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Soooooo......... I know a lot of you have no idea about this, and thats because thats the way I wanted it. I do NOT like to share often. Unless I have to. And since moving back home is not something I can hide, I have to tell whats going on. Its kind of bad that I am GOOD at making it seem like everything is okay, even when its not.
I, according to a counselor and a doctor, have Severe Depression, and General Anxiety Disorder. I am on medication, commonly considered 'happy pills' and it has been recommended that I take therapy.
I dont really wanna explain the why's. There is too many to go through, and this has all been a long time brewing.
I had been wondering why a lot of things were going the way they were. I, the girl who can go through an 800 page book in 4hours, had trouble reading sentences. I slept 12 or more hrs of sleep every day. I didnt like art, and I hated being with people, but couldnt say it because that would be mean. I was scared of going outside, and I messed up everything.
So now I am home. I am getting my money back for school. I dont know where I am going, or what I am going to do.
"There is a time to understand, a time to hurt, a time to heal. There is a time for fighting, a time to live, a time to die. A time to scream, a time for silence. A time for truth---You can survive. There is a time for us to shine. This is the time of our lives..."
I just wish it was as easy to believe it as to hear it.
Sorry that Im not calling you guys to explain. Its easier this way.
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